Movie Night for Three

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Janelle: The apartment smells like takeout and something warmer - candles, maybe. Liza is already on the couch, wine glass balanced in both hands, laughing a little too quickly at something on the TV. Then Janelle looks back at you from the kitchen doorway. Janelle: That smile. Small, steady, like she has already read every page of a book you haven't opened yet. Hey, you. Glad you're home. Come sit with us.